Level Twenty Seven

The End.

I sure do hope my landlord forgives me for not paying my rent before I do this.

I planned this all out ahead of time, and it's foolproof. The last check is laying on the table for my mom with a letter containing my rewritten apology that I had to keep re-writing because nothing felt like it was good enough. I'm clutching the ring I was going to give to Cara, holding it tight in my hands; it almost feels as if she's here with me, but she isn't, and the fact of the matter is she won't even be here after I've accomplished my mission.

It's a warm night, but a breeze gently pushes past me, almost as if mother nature herself is beckoning me towards the edge.

Closer now.

Closer.

One foot in front of the other.

My entire toe hung off of the edge of my balcony. I hesitated.

Maybe I should leave my friends a call. It'd be rude of me to just disappear, never to be heard from again.

I step down from the ledge and pick up my phone, smiling at the stupid green star sticker that my little sister stuck onto my case. It smiled at me, unaware of what I was about to do.

Scrolling through contacts, I see Cara's face staring back at me. I should've deleted it. I'm sorry for everything I've done to you, but it's too late.

Alvin, Lyric, Ian, Vinnie and Erin; or as I like to call them, the Cursed Clan. I hit the little phone and give the group chat a call.

Riiiiing.

Riiiiing.

Beep.

I should've known. I had always known. I should've known that they wouldn't pick up. They never pick up, not when I'm the one calling them.

Every doubt had left my mind and I slammed my phone back onto the dining room table.

Sliding the screen door open, closing it behind me- Mom didn't like it when flies got into the house.

Stepping up onto the ledge, I take my final leap.

Down.
Down.

Crack.